The game was set to end as expected. Nothing complicated in a box score. No story to relay. A few hits; a home run. A young pitcher came back from injury. Another player got hurt. When it’s normal, it’s nice….
I had sales to capture, and coffee to sell, and naps to steal. (Sometimes I start my day at 4 am.) I didn’t feel like cooking. I rarely do. I wandered out. And missed my bus. And checked the score…
We cannot finish this game today. I know it’s not quite through. We’d play a dozen innings more If things were up to you. But we’ve played six innings, And another game’s beginning Tomorrow at some time. So today we’ll…
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Why does he walk up and down a little dirt pile? He dangles his arm when he stands still. And he stares at a man in a mask 60 feet away. He might glare at another masked man, too. Perhaps…
Randal Grichuk waited for his pitch. Five times, he prepared. Five times, he returned to the dugout. He didn’t hit a sinking drive, caught at the shoelaces by the left fielder. He didn’t hit a sharp ground ball, snared by…
The critic doesn’t count; however: Consider the St. Louis Cardinals against the Detroit Tigers. The game was 3-3 in the bottom of the seventh at Busch Stadium. Jason Heyward nearly homered down the right field line, just pulling the ball…
He stood in the dirt, staring at the third base coach. Had the coach considered the priesthood, or were those signs meaningful? Didn’t he talk about it one time while playing cards on the charter? Or, does that hand motion…
Matt Carpenter hit a ball to the fence. Had it been a chain-link fence, outfielder Michael Bourn could’ve scaled it and reached for the ball, retrieving it with the edge of his glove. Perhaps, if there was a swimming pool…